tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925503859141006812024-03-12T17:51:23.327-07:00 I Shall Rule The World <center> The Stories of a SuperMom Wannabe </center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-91030873112394399182016-01-01T13:41:00.001-08:002016-01-01T14:51:25.693-08:00#Holidays2015<div style="text-align: justify;">
Hi guys! How was your Christmas and New Year's? Mine was a-okay. no really over the top. Just my usual, as usual. What do you expect, I'm boring. And plus age is a factor. Chozzz.</div>
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Christmas I spent with my in laws again, after two years. Yes, naka move on na ako guys. Charot! After two years naisip ko, pwede na ulit since I'm basically okay with everyone naman except my husband HAHAHA. Kidding aside, my kids spent two holidays that we were incomplete as a family. That was a rule that I had to break because of all those marriage brouhaha that we had to go through. Kahit masakit sa akin at wala akong ginawa kundi mag emote, umiyak at mang away habang wala ang mga anak ko sa tabi ko ng pasko, I had to. Because they are also my children's family. So ayun nga. I also wanted to na din, I guess. Bumait naman si Pajols. HAHAHA.</div>
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Arkin mostly got dinosaurs. Its his thing these days. We can put up our own mini Jurrassic park already. Grabe this kid and his obssession for anything dinosaur. And he also got a Spiderman mask and that Spiderman thingy where you can shoot Spiderman blasts - they are not violent toys people, they don't hurt. Or that's what I know.</div>
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Raine naman got a doll house and a mermaid and piny pon. Why do those toys comes in so many parts and why are they so tiny yet so expensive? Kaloka. Sana the manufacturers think about the parents' dillemma regarding storage ano? And she also got a mini Elsa-portable karaoke. It's super cute and you can attach your mp3 player or iphone so you can sing along with your songs karaoke style and comes with a working mic. Plus, its purple! </div>
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Me naman I got a cute bracelet from Ate Dodeth, a ForMe top from Jackie and slippers from PAJOLS. The expensive type. Charot. And this Fast Hair Straightener brush that is very uso nowadays for my unruly hair. Suklay ka lang sa hair mo and ok na. </div>
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You know what's good when they are at this age na? You don't have to be problematic with what to give them for christmas. Just be ready with your wallet. HAHAHA. But lemme tell you, my twins are not really the high maintenance type. Keber sa kanila whether from tiangge or from Toy Kingdom or Toys R Us their gifts. They will show the same level of appreciation. Sarap magregalo sa mga ganitong bata kaya they are very much adored by everyone. I remember when Ate Lynn was here in April shopping for her wedding shoes. She still haven't given the twins anything for their kinder recognition. Raine pala have her pasalubong na, Elsa doll of course. So we brought kuya to Toys R Us. We spent around 1 hour looking for a toy for him. Naikot na nya lahat pero hindi niya type. It was almost closing time already so by hook or by crook kailangan niya makapili ng toy. His daddy was showing him a lot of toys, the expensive ones of course, sayang daw the oppurtunity. HAHAHA. I also tried to suggest to him what I think would appeal to him. Ayaw. Last minute he picked out the toy that he liked. Very small and it was in a plastic bag. Akala ko kung ano yun. We were so tired already so hinayaan na namin. Everyone was so shocked when in the counter it showed it was worth 20 pesos. HAHAHA! Ay naku Ate Lynn hoarded and bought him many. Tuwang tuwa anak ko sa halagang bente. Kakaproud ano?</div>
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Day after Christmas we watched Disney On Ice 2015. That was really something! Even my mother in law was clapping. HAHAHA! This was due two years ago. But dahil nga may pinagdaanan ako, di napush. It is Ate Lynn's gift to us, ngayon lang namin naclaim. Lels. This Disney production is American I think. Grabe when they put 5:30 on the tickets they really start at 5:30. They finished with the national anthem and I looked at my wrist watch it was 5:31 pm. Bawal ma late! The show ended at 7pm I think so it runs for about two hours. May break in between. First they showed Mickey and the crew. Then Little Mermaid, Tangled, break then Beauty and the Beast finale is Frozen. The crowd, especially the kids, most especially the kids went crazy when Elsa and Anna appeared. Kahit matanda naman napasigaw. Lels. This is also one reason why I preferred to watch this year. This is the first time they featured Frozen, and I know the twins will love it. Kuya even said before watching the show "Mommy bakit puro princess lang eh pangbabae lang yun eh." He was playing with his cute Olaf huggable in the car after while singing "In Summer". HAHAHA. So I'm sharing with you some pictures.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outfit Dress from Gingersnaps, shoes from SugarKids, headband from greenhills, accessories from SM Department store</td></tr>
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Tita Jackie and MommyLa came with us. They bought Elsa and Anna cup for Raine and a huggable Elsa doll. Kuya Arkin naman got a small Olaf huggable doll that he hugged when he fell asleep that night. Buti na lang my twins are super well behaved kaya masarap isama sa mga ganitong chenes. Hindi malilikot, kaunti lang. They only get hyper once inaantok na. Are my kids the only ones like this or kayo din? I don't find it weird for some reason. Mukha lang silang high because they are usually tahimik lang. So when they start acting up like madaldal, dancing and malikot, that's my cue that they are antok na. </div>
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They also went out with Mama Agnes and the rest of the gang for some fresh cold night air. Enjoy mga bagets kasi si mommy ay couch potato homebody. They checked the christmas decors sa munisipyo. They went all out ha. Maganda in fairness. Naging tourist spot. Choz. And then ate at McDonalds. I got a pasalubong of course. Mama bought me the Aldub meal. Lels.</div>
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New Years we spent here at home. Same same. Few pictures as it was really cold that night ibang levels. And we already ate before 12. Di ko ginutom mga anak ko. Plus it was raining! Buti na lang kasi ayoko ng madaming paputok. Ayoko ng maingay, ayoko ng mausok, ayoko ng magulo! Ansaveh??? Hahaha. Paranoid much lang ako sa mga paputok kaya di ko sila feels.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-13483209255528470822015-11-29T18:32:00.001-08:002015-11-30T01:54:48.101-08:00#becauseBIPOLARfeelsMy sister Lisa is celebrating her birthday today, Nov 30. But she had a mini pre birthday bash last night with her friends. Last night was the first time I remember I had some fun after that bullshit that happened to me. Let's hide it under the code name/ hashtag #marriagefails HAHAHA<div><br></div><div><br></div><div>This shindig last night made me realize that you don't have it all. Ang hirap pala ng buhay ni Anne Curtis. Maganda pero ayaw sayo ng kanta. Lels. This is why im only pretty and not a singer. HAHAHA.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>No. Seriously. I didnt know I was capable of having fun. I actually forgot how to have fun. Or did I ever learned how to? Coz I know I was never taught or 'allowed' to. #bitterfeels </div><div><br></div><div>Pwede naman pala ano? Pwede naman pala. Pero bakit ganun? Bakit kapag yung (dati) kong asawa kasama ko hindi ko nagagawa to? Bakit kapag yung friends ko kasama ko hindi ko nagagawa to? Bakit? Bakit? Anong meron? Or better yet, anong wala?</div><div><br></div><div>Last night ang pinaka nakakahiyang gabi ng buhay ko. Of course hindi pa din ako gumapang pauwi ng bahay namin dahil sa kalasingan dahil 1. Hindi naman ako nalasing at 2. Nasa bahay lang namin kami HAHAHA </div><div><br></div><div>I was singing ala Pia Guanio sa videoke in front of people who I don't even know, people I've only met for the first time. And now I'm pretty sure they think crazy runs in the family. Ooops parents- i ruined the reputation I built for so long, SORRY *sarcasm</div><div><br></div><div>Mind you, there was zero alcohol. Nada. But i looked like (sounded rather) I was the drunkiest among the bunch. My whole family was like- ANYAREH KAY JHUBY? Hahaha. Sarreh family. This is how I am. This is the me that i didnt even know existed. </div><div><br></div><div>Okay, i know for most of you normal na lang ito. First time ko kasi. Hehe. I was so uptight. So prim and proper. But there i was singing performance-level-pikit-pikit-pa in front of younger guys and girls. As in inuman levels ganern. Itsura nang ako ang may birthday. HAHAHA. </div><div><br></div><div>Twas one of the not so many rare moments that I was able to let myself free. Naks. What got into me? Can somebody tell me what got into me? aANYAREH? Pakisagot kasama ng tanong na "Where do broken hearts go?"</div><div><br></div><div>Ganun pala pakiramdam ng baliw baliwan. Wapakels. Ganun pala pakiramdam ng GRO na nakatable sa inuman. HAHAHA. Ganun pala pakiramdam ng hindi nahihiya. May kaunti but kahit papano, hindi nahihiya. </div><div><br></div><div>Masaya pala. Masaya pala siya. Kaya pala kapag nasa inuman siya hindi siya nakakareply. Kaya pala hindi niya ako naalala kapag nasa inuman siya. Ganun pala talaga. Ngayon alam ko na.<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> #Hugot</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Baka kapag may amats ako ng alak mas malala ano? H20 lang tinira ko kagabi eh. Hahaha! Pano pa kaya kung totoong lasing ako? It feels so so good to be crazy sometimes! Sabi nga ng isa sa mga favorite kong kanta sa videoke </font></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">"<i>Release your inhibitions - Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in. Live your life with words unspoken. The rest is still unwritten."</i></span></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8v0egrZstz1ctyunxekHaKSPiXiMCtZ58VCW4-s8WvHbdh5VDynXp-RPgOuZ-I0xkqATWEagey4OfFLgyQXXtwy1_P89DZkJA9y46k8MfGWeoS53IBDehD2_bjR-6QJyaKNVFh9zuxgt/s640/blogger-image-2079659323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8v0egrZstz1ctyunxekHaKSPiXiMCtZ58VCW4-s8WvHbdh5VDynXp-RPgOuZ-I0xkqATWEagey4OfFLgyQXXtwy1_P89DZkJA9y46k8MfGWeoS53IBDehD2_bjR-6QJyaKNVFh9zuxgt/s640/blogger-image-2079659323.jpg"></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-33398534554412896032015-11-22T13:12:00.001-08:002015-11-22T13:20:33.829-08:00#Happy6thMyLovesArkin and Xarraine just turned six, November 22. We celebrated in advance for their classmates on Friday, November 20. They loved the #InsideOut themed cupcakes and cakes!<br />
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Ate Meng of Vista Barista made them, sponsored by Tita Jacky and MommyLa. Ang cute diba? </div>
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Sunday, November 22 we heard mass and then breakfast at Mcdonald's, out favorite. Then it was food fest the whole day. Their cousins came over and we had lunch at Tanayans. Then after resting, we went to the windmills farm in Bugarin, Pillilia, Rizal for some picture taking and had dinner at The Daily Beans. Raine and I love their Carbonara there. She eats a lot whenever we're there- she likes the basil I think. While Kuya loves their gatlic bread and frappe. And Raine ate a lot of the Toblerone cheese cake! Here are photos from their celebration with ze cousins! </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-1380056235973037692015-11-06T12:51:00.001-08:002015-11-06T12:51:01.477-08:00#BITCHisbackI don't know why I'm writing this, here, again. But I do know why I stopped sharing here years back (gahhh it sound so old). Yeah, my life got pretty fucked up . But don't worry, I'm not gonna give you the full details, it's just gonna make you vomit. And one post is not enough. Yeah. Hella not enough. Maybe in installment (credit card ang pucha?) or parts that is if I am willing to share it to you or if I have time (as if ang dami ko ginagawa) or yeah, If I'm in the mood. <div><br></div><div>Thing is, it's just too long a story to write (or type) at kailangan ko ng special effects para dramatic at magmukhang pang MMK so I would need my full attention. </div><div><br></div><div>But you know, I'm rarely alone. In my solitude (naks!) which means 2-3 in the morning while my kids are still asleep, and I wake up squished in between them or sometimes under them- thats all the time I have for myself. </div><div><br></div><div>Isn't it funny that my last post was about love and that one person that makes me kilig like the fucking teenager that I was 10 years ago? Isn't it funny that all my other posts were about that guy that apparently, I married and bore two kids (twins) with and how I was all about him? Like that Crazy For You Head Over Heels in love kind of thing. Didnt I see this coming? Of course not. I saw the signs- I opened up my eyes I saw the signs (kinanta mo noh?). </div><div><br></div><div>Well, that shit is over. HOLD UP. This is not going to be a bitter post like what it looks like. </div><div><br></div><div>There were red flags. Definitely. Why didnt I say so? Because I didnt want to be judged. Because I was afraid? Because I was ashamed, shy. But mostly because I was too proud. Because I feel like I have to give other people that impression that we are okay, we are good, we are happy. Pinasok ko tong buhay ng pag aasawa at pag aanak ng maaga - PANINDIGAN KO TO. </div><div><br></div><div>I was scared. I was scared to be alone because for the first time in my life- I will have to live without him. That scared me. A lot. My world wasnt built around him- he was my world. Well, until my kids came. But still, madami akong bagay na hindi kayang gawin na wala siya. Natakot akong mag isa kasi hindi pa ako nag isa sa buhay ko. This was my first heartbreak. And it's true. Heartbreaks are tough. Alam ko na ang pakiramdam ni Popoy nung iniwan siya ni Basha. </div><div><br></div><div>So its funny. I find it funny. How in a span of three years life would turn around unexpectedly. I was so in love then, and now I was betrayed, cheated on, lied to - OOOPS bitterness loading- must stop now. </div><div><br></div><div>Nakakatawa naman talaga. Its like life played a joke on me. Dati I was all about him. Now, its gone. Anger, hatred, bitterness. Thats all I have for him now. Masisisi mo ba ko? But I chose to be civil. I maintained this unconvential relationship with him because he is, after all, the father of my children.</div><div><br></div><div>Dont judge me. Judge me, rather. Judge me all you want. (Sometimes i forget na wala na akong pakialam sa iisipin ng ibang tao kasi) but if you have kids- if you have beautiful, wonderful kids like mine that you love so much, you will understand. And they will alwaya come first. Kahit nasasaktan na ako. Kahit ayaw ko na. Kahit hindi na ako masaya. Kahit na malungkot na malungkot na ang buhay ko. Kahit na miserable na ako. May dahilan. May dahilan lahat ng to. At yun ay ang mga anak ko. </div><div><br></div><div>See? That wasnt so hard right? Maybe thats the reason why I activated this again. I dont have to filter my words. Pucha naman, blog ko to noh! Hindi nyo na siguro ako pagbabawalan magsalita ng gusto ko kase nakakahiya? HAHAHA. Besides, I'm just being honest here. </div><div><br></div><div>Btw, yes I do curse now. I curse a lot specially when I'm mad. I hope you had fun reading! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-56249960475277460492013-04-10T07:37:00.003-07:002013-04-10T14:40:20.594-07:00TenI've watched this Aga-Regine movie once, where Gloria Diaz played as Aga's mom. I forgot the title but there was this line that Gloria Diaz said that I can never forget. She was talking about married life and she said something like - you will always meet someone prettier, richer, smarter, or even better than your partner, you will have second thoughts, doubts if you made the right choice- during difficult times you'd end up thinking why you even fell in love with this person in the first place - there would be a thousand reasons not to, but there will always be one reason that will make you fall in love with the same person, over and over again.<br />
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I loved you ten years ago. I loved you when you were stupid and alcoholic. I loved you when you always gave me reasons not to. I loved you inspite and despite of. They say that unconditional love is the kind of love where you don;t expect the other person to love you back. Yes and no. Thank you for in your own ways, ways that only I know - thank you for giving me my needs and my wants, for spoiling me as always, and for the love. I love you for that. And I always will.</div>
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To a thousand more years, baby.<br />
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Out of town trips are expensive, tiring and really exhausting (isnt that just the same as tiring?) As husband and wife, we did fought a lot during this trip. It can beat the crap out of you. If you'll be riding a kind of transportation that's new for your kids (and you as well!) you have to put in mind that as much as it could be exciting for them, it could also be frightening. What I did, and also from what I have read, I prepared them for the plane ride by telling them everyday, weeks before the actual vacay. It prepared them emotionally, physically and psychologically (including myself). I also did it to build up excitement instead of fear (including me, again.). And I really think I did a great job on that one because my babies were amazing flyers, first time flyers at that with some minor fighting and crying inside the plane, of course!</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;"> Thinking it through, even though I was part yaya-part kargaador, I would have never gone through this trip if I can't be with my babies. Sure, I failed to enjoy the said vacay. There were a lot of reasons why a mother of 3 year old energy packed growing twin toddlers can't and won't - I was too tired carrying one or both of them, I was too sleepy because I had to wake up extra early ahead of everyone so I can prepare their 'beach outfit' for the day (for 3 days), Arkin won't walk on the sand because it gets inside his slippers (of course it would sweetie, I'd tell him everytime), Arkin and Raine would throw tantrums in front of everyone, Raine would always pull me to take a dip in the pool or would always cry "Mommy, lets go boat!", the twins would always always find a reason to fight over something all the time, it was scorching HOT outside and freaking COLD inside our hotel room, I had to apply to sunblock to both Arkin&Raine regularly that I forget to apply some on myself too, too tired carrying all the 'essential stuff' they would be needing everytime we go or eat out, too dizzy turning my head left and right looking where the twins were running at. One time when I finally realized that I should also try to enjoy - even just the view of the sea, I tried to sit down and crossed my legs, just trying to feel the beach vibe. But someone cried out to me "Mommy, ouchie eyes!" because they got sand in their eyes while playing even though I already told them to be careful when playing with sand or to wear their goggles while doing so but they opted not to. Kudos to me for even thinking to relax and remove my watch on my kids for just a few seconds. </span></div>
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I know my twins very well. I know they got nervous on their first time boarding a plane. I know they got dizzy when our ferry was swaying left and right because of the big waves from the Caticlan jettyport. I know they were scared and got sea sick during our small motor banca ride for our island hopping extravaganza. I know they got tired when Mommy and Daddy told them that they have to walk because we were already tired carrying them. And most of all, I know the entire trip made them restless and irritable. But it was unexplainable seeing how their eyes lit up at the sight of numerous airplanes, up close at the airport. Their faces lit up knowing that we were inside an actual airplane and the feeling that they were actually 'flying'. They were ecstatic watching the clouds and ships passing by. They were awed by the view of the beach and of other shipping vessels from the sea during our boat rides. They excitedly asked Daddy to buy their happy meal toys when we got accidentally walked into a McDonalds there. They happily go back to playing after I removed sand from their eyes that they got from playing. Their life was pure bliss. No complaining. Just "Mommy, milk time". Just pure innocent happiness and gratefulness. I remember how they thank me all the time, as if I was the one who paid for our trip (Thank you MommyLa!). They would look at the ocean, adore the view and would say "Thank you Mommy!" Thank you Daddy!" as if we were the ones who created everything they see. That was enough to wipe away all of my exhaustion!<br />
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Mga anak, naging yaya, assisstant, kargador, fan ang peg ni Mommy - I know that first out of town or out-of-Luzon trip we had would prove to you two how much Mommy and Daddy loves you. Ang hirap mga anak eh, hahaha! Let's do this again, but when you're older and bigger na ha? Para wala nang karga okay?</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PS Sorry for the grammatical errors, I don't proof read haha! I'll try later. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Pictures were from my sis-in-law Jacky and from our phones.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-25967696081727314162013-03-07T17:15:00.001-08:002013-03-07T17:15:00.404-08:00://When I was in college, I remember myself saying that I don't want to have kids. But if ever God would bless me with kids, please make them boy and girl twins so that would be it for me. <br />
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Yes, God was listening, I know! <br />
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And then I said that was it. But honestly speaking, and I am saying this because I do realize this - that I am way too young to tell myself that that's it, no more babies. I mean, of course I get a little jealous of friends who just had a baby. But that's just because I miss the feeling of cuddling such fragile human beings in my arms. I'm telling you, I was born to be a mother like that. <br />
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But, everytime I think about all those sleepless nights, diaper changes, pedia check ups, immunizations - everything - I know I'm more than okay with my twins. I'm not saying that I regret having kids, it's just that I've been there, done that - and I might not be able to do it again. <br />
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I have my hands full. I am happy and contented with my children. Really. There is nothing more I could ask for -except of course for good health, safety and happiness for my loved ones. And oh! - more make ups, clothes and shopping for me - I'm a stay at home mom- those are privileges for me, so no judging! And yes, PapaGod, restore my old, sexy figure pretty please! <br />
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'Sunday is family day' - this is most probably true for all Filipino families/ Whether you eat out together, you hear mass, visit a shopping mall or just stay at home for that one day in the the week when all members of the family are at home.<br />
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Well, I got married to a guy who's family loves good food, great pictures and loooong drives (hahaha!) So Sunday, December 16, 2012 - everyone, well except of course for Kuya JP cause he rarely joins us for things like this (it's his thing, OK!) - went for an approximately about 1 1/2 - 2 hours drive from Tanay to Calauan, Laguna to eat lunch - yes, just to have lunch (yes, why not?!) and of course take pictures - at Isdaan Floating Restaurant. We left at around 10am and arrived there around 1:00. There were so many people - and a lot of Koreans, too! - since it was lunch time I guess so we had to wait for an available table or slot or whatever you call it. The Koreans in the entrance area, my father-in-law said were looking at and pointing to Arkin. Daddy told Arkin, "Arkin, hinahanap ka ng mga pinsan mo!" He really did quite looked like the Koreans, no wonder.<br />
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The place was obviously Thai inspired since the facade of the restaurant looks Bali-ish. I've never been out of the country so obviously I've never been to Bali but from some of the pictures I've seen, I think that's where the inspiration came from, or so I've heard. Lot's of Buddha inspired statues which was good for the kids, kept them amazed the whole time. It's a 'floating' restaurant so expect to see lots of fishes, which was again, good for the kids while we were just at the entrance and got in the wait list. I don't know on some days but that day was obviously jampacked with hungry guests and their waiting area didn't really much served its purpose, but I appreciate that they anticipated and provided "Little Tikes' toys for the kids.<br />
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Serving time was a-okay for me given the fact that the restaurant was teeming with people. Plus, we used the time to go around and take pictures with the kids. It was the service and the food that was not good. The place was too big to be accomodated by all the staff, crew and waiters, who were by the way, wearing filipiniana costumes and long sleeves on that scorching hot day! I pitied them, honestly! The food tasted really ordinary, nothing unusual or should I say special. I'm no seafood lover but I liked the food much much better from our Kainan sa Tabing Lawa restaurant in Tanay. And it was really expensive, I didn't saw the bill but I think we spent around 5thousand pesos for that lunch alone, which wasn't really that good, and had small servings. The food tasted bland, they served the glasses very late - as in we were all really, really thirsty already, and desert was served when everyone else has already lost their appetite. I would like to emphasize that on that particular day that we went there, it was obvious from the staff's faces that it was an extra difficult day for them, maybe because there were too many guests - I really don't know.<br />
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Okay, so now, are you ready for the pictures?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy, me, Hubby, Ate Lynn and Ate Claire in the waiting area.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arkin, while running around, as usual</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While waiting to be seated, kuya was brave to take pictures with a silver man.<br /><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We cannot miss this: Arkin's angry birds!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't describe the look on Arkin's <span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">f</span>ace when he saw these!</td></tr>
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They loooove UNO! Uno btw, is my sister's son. I gave him his name Inigo, nickname is UNO. I originally wanted the name UNO sana for Arkin eh hubby didn't liked it so there! </div>
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They had sooo much fun you can tell by the pictures. But I'm sure they will have to wait until summer next year to do this again because it started to get cold already. Don't you guys feel the weird 'changes' in our weather as well? I really think that's global warming taking effect. </div>
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The first week of this month I was hospitalized for less than 24 hours due to a really really bad case of gastritis. IV medications didn't even worked! I was writhing in pain on bed for 2 days already then when my mama told me that we should go to the hospital already and have me checked. Kenneth, my classmate from elementary was my nurse :) Good thing was, the IV meds finally worked and I was sent home right away. The twins visited me there of course and they kept on saying, "Mommy, doctor, wawa?" They were sooo cute saying that.<br />
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Then late last week I was feeling dryness in my throat - it's hard to swallow, even my own saliva. I thought I was getting better already because yesterday, the pain was gone but it came back today! And its worse than the first one. But I cannot NOT eat because of my stomach problem. I don't know what to do.<br />
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And then there's also my wisdom teeth, all four of them doesnt want to leave my gums :( They're ALL aching and I can't do anything! I don't want them to be extracted coz that would be painful!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-84407133929460127122012-11-27T00:07:00.000-08:002012-11-27T13:35:25.370-08:00Parenting 101: Potty Training<div style="text-align: center;">
After reading a few parenting articles about potty training, I have came to a decision that I would not be the parent that would force my children to pee or poop in the commode. Yes, we consume 1 or sometimes 1 1/2 big pack of XL Huggies diapers every week. It's really expensive, I kid you not. We also buy those generic diapers from the market because I found out that they also have the same quality as Huggies, and they are cheaper because they contain like 30+ diapers per pack, and they come in pull ups! I definitely recommend 'Baby Love'. But of course that would depend if your kid is 'hiyang' to that brand. As for mine, only Huggies, Drypers and Baby Love touches their butts :)</div>
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Okay, so as I was saying - I have decided that we should not force the twins to use the CR for those necessities. Even if I don't potty train them now, they would eventually potty train themselves on their own. It's a sick reasoning but hey - I have two kids to potty train and all the household chores and stuff! No judging please.</div>
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I really can't remember when I started potty training the twins but I do know that Arkin was the first one who showed signs of 'readiness' to do so. I didn't started doing anything until he didn't want to wear diapers anymore so we let him roam around the house without diapers. At first he didn't want to wear anything, I think he feels 'presko' that way. But eventually, he agreed to wearing 'briefs' and shorts. I don't know who taught him to pee squatting down, I suppose it was the ex-yaya. So I had to teach how to pee like a boy, that is standing up. Thing is, he doesn't want to hold his penis when peeing. Knowing Arkin, he is the 'maarte' kind of boy so it might take us a while before we will be able to practice that. As for poo-poo, he would ask for 'diaper' and he would poop in his diaper.</div>
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Raine was the difficult one. My mom and sister in law bought her panties with princess and minnie mouse designs to start with. I would tell her that I will not put diapers on her so she gets to wear Minnie or Princess panties - but she should tell mommy or daddy if she will 'wiwi' so we can bring her to the CR to pee. Of course she's happy about it and she would proudly show off her cute panties. But guess what, I realized it's not fun anymore when we ran out of panties and pajamas. It was really tiring when all you do is to mop off the small pool of urine your daughter left on the floor. I would always end up putting her into her diapers. We all know mom's can't just wipe and mop urine all day! I have a house to clean, laundry to wash (by hand!), clothes to fold, dishes to clean, meals to cook and another action star in the making kid in the house to look after to. I JUST CAN'T DO IT.</div>
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Until today. I don't know what got into my daughter but she is peeing in the CR - into the toilet bowl. And she even pooped there! One thing that we haven't tried yet with Arkin. She would say "Mommy, wet!" and that would be my cue to bring her to the CR. One thing I noticed particularly with Arkin is that he could go all day without peeing which I know is not normal and is not possible because it IS not normal. So what I did today that I have never done before was bring them to the CR after having their milk or after drinking water and kind of force them to pee. And there! He did pee! Looks like he was just holding his pee because he was so into playing.</div>
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Have I mentioned that it's a must for me to say "Good job baby!" or "Very good anak!" plus "Yehey!" all the time? Well I'm that kind of mom because I believe that it sticks to them and it does. Every single time that Raine pees on the bowl, she would say "I did it!" See how sosyal my anak is? </div>
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It was of course 'extra' difficult to me. Everytime Raine would say "Mommy, wet!" I would also bring Arkin to the CR to ask him to pee. Or if Arkin would say "Mommy, wiwi", Raine would always always say the same thing. I'm tired. I haven't napped for a bit yet today because of this - and I failed to make them nap by 1pm so now I can't let them sleep because we have a scheduled bedtime and that would just mess up their sleeping time. But this method is working. So I'm gonna have to stick with it, nap or no nap. But really, I turn into a monster when I don't get my afternoon nap. So husband would just have to deal with it, after all, I successfully potty trained the twins today.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-78839174721233377952012-11-23T01:30:00.000-08:002012-11-23T01:30:29.332-08:00Happy 3rd Birthday, SuperTwins! We have reached another milestone as Arkin and Raine turned 3 last November 22. Whew, that was fast!<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i>Time really is fast when you are having fun. You were just 'flutters' and 'bubbles' in mommy's tummy before but look at you now. Sometimes, you make mommy wonder how it feels like to have a twin because you two make it seem like its the best feeling in the world - having someone to play with, fight with, laugh with, cry with, throw tantrums with - I pray that you will never get tired of each other and you'll keep on looking after and that you'll continue to love each other more and more. You two make us very happy and proud! Happy 3rd birthday Arkin and Raine. We love you sooo much! </i></span><br />
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"Kung sino yung unang boyfriend mo, dapat sya na ang huli." <br />
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Thus, growing up, I only had one dream when it comes to love, boys and relationship - to marry my first boyfriend. (My friends can attest to that.) <br />
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My first boyfriend was my first love, my first kiss, my first heartbreak, my first guy bestfriend, my first everything. We had to break up after 6 years, just so we can get married, and start our family with our awesome twins. <br />
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And now, 3 years after - I am living my dream, being married to my 1st boyfriend, who's now my 1st husband (HAHA chosss!). <br />
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Happy third anniversary, Daddy! I love you much beih 💑 to ever after 💗<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-44600029291675446382012-09-03T13:08:00.001-07:002012-09-03T13:08:57.527-07:00(Changes + Breakdown) Forgiveness<div style="text-align: justify;">
I haven't been myself these past few days. My - I haven't been myself these past few months. And I think it was just last weekend when the much 'awaited breakdown' happened. It was like a stored body of energy that needs to be released - well, blown out of proportion I think - but we all need that once in a while. I guess. </div>
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I have known for a fact that I'm not the type who's giddy about changes. They scare the hell out of me. Just imagine, one night of change in my sleeping pattern, I'll pay for it for one whole month.I'd be restless, irritable and sleepy all the time (not that I'm not always sleepy). I'm too scared of changes - they make me insecure, intimidate me, freaks me out - I'm not just adventurous. And by adventurous I mean a person who is always too excited and always looks out for changes, for new things. I think the only 'new' I like are 'new' gadgets, and that's it. </div>
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So like 1 hour ago before I started typing here - I was ready to lay out the 'cause' of my recent breakdown. Imagine - throwing plastic mineral bottles at my husband while he was sleeping, shutting the bedroom door like my 2 yo boy when he's having tantrums, and yes, crying out loud just because I think it's dramatic that way, and then realizing Blair Waldorf would never do that to herself (and it's one of the major causes of eye bags) - so I just cry myself out to sleep, just because I think that's more drama queen. But then again, I changed my mind. Well, for one my hubby just walked past behind me and asked me why am I still awake at this ungodly hour. For crying out loud - "You asked me to work in a call center, natural mag iiba tulog ko, tapos tatanungin mo ko kung bakit gising pa ako?". Thank God I just kept those in my thoughts or else it would start another fight, yet again. Like this morning when I told him I want an annulment (I know right?!) and I started crying again and he just started rubbing my back and yes you guessed it right - we had one of the best make up... make up conversations ever!!! Hahaha!</div>
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Ok. So I don't really know if it's just PMS or what - but I'm really glad I finally had the courage to vent it all out - somehow. Being someone who doesn't really have someone to talk to - or doesn't really want to talk about it, really. It's nice to have a breakdown - once in a while. But next time I'll try to be more calm.</div>
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And I'd just like to share this 'Prayer of Forgiveness' I saw online. I'm not saying I'm into this right away. But I'd be contemplating. I will be seriously reading this and think about it, for real. As to when I will practice it - I still dont know. It takes time. But reading this - it's a start :)</div>
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<i>- I forgive the girl I was, not because I want to become a saint but because I do not want to endure this hatred. This tiresome hatred.</i></div>
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<i>- You may not forgive everyone and everything, but forgive me.</i></div>
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<i>- I forgive everything and everyone. I forgive you because I love you and you do not love me. I forgive you because you reject me and I am losing my power.</i></div>
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<i>- I am liberated from hatred by means of forgiveness and love. I understand that suffering, when it cannot be avoided, helps me to advance towards glory.</i></div>
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<em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The shattered dreams, I forgive.</em></div>
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<em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The dead hopes, I forgive.</em></div>
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<em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The injustice in the name of justice, I forgive.</em></div>
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<i>I move closer to kiss her, but she makes a signal with her hands.</i></div>
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<i>- I have not finished yet.</i></div>
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<i>She closes her eyes and looks up.</i></div>
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<i>- Thy will be done. Thy will be done.</i></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've read somewhere that true forgiveness means forgiving someone, even if that someone didn't even asked for forgiveness. I'd tell you this: I'm not that kind of person. I may forgive you, but I won't forget what you did. Ever. I have a very photographic, otographic (whatever you call it, I meant to say - I can remember what you said and how you said things!) memory. But I'm willing to take baby steps. Yes, baby steps.</span></span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-67992165895911886652012-02-20T03:03:00.001-08:002012-02-20T03:03:05.270-08:00Just an update!Ive been meaning to write. Really. It's just that in between running after, feeding, bathing, playing and tumbling with 2 very hyper, energetic and inquisitive toddlers (i hate to say the word but yes- my babies are classified as toddlers now) - that and laundry, and folding clothes and of course sleep and loving my husband - I just can't find the time to squeeze in blogging. So I'm sorry but I guess it's safe to aay that I've got my hands full. No not just full. Overflowing! <br />
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So anyways, here's my twins now. Enjoy! <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">We often associate the word INSECURiTY to the way people 'act' especially when we never really liked them. True! That is when, it kills. True again! - I say, it's one perfect word to describe ourselves. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">How many of us have read magazines, artista's on TV saying, or even psychologists who say - "You just have to over come your insecurities. Think tall. be confident." I mean, <u>W</u>ho<u>T</u>he<u>H</u>ell does that in real world? Easier said than done right? I think, the most important thing here, which is also the hardest part, is admitting to yourself that you have insecurities. Just think, who doesn't? I bet my bottom dollar, Angelina Jolie has some, too. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Me? I have been insecure for as long as I can remember. I've been trying so hard all my life to 'fit' the expectations of family, relatives and people around me. I die inside whenever I hear even 'constructive criticisms'. Every 'negative comment' thrown at me was always offensive. I just hide it at the moment but truth be told, I was already raging inside. I was trying so hard to be 'perfect' just so I can please everybody. That was what I was born to do, or so I thought. It killed me and already, I died a thousand deaths.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Accepting my own insecurities was a long, tedious process. And up until this very moment, no one would know if I'll develop another 'insecurity' today, tomorrow, or maybe later. I tell you, because I know this is true - we will never run out of insecurities as long as there are people out there who's primary goal in life is to make other people's lives miserable, those who reject to see the good in other people. As long as there are people who lacks a sense of security in themselves, we can never ever be free.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Embracing my insecurities is another thing. I've realized that it was only hard for me to accept it because 1. It hurts to hear it from other people and 2. I let them affect -worst- destroy me. These two reasons deserves another blog entry so i won't go into that fully but let me just say that - I've been putting myself down ever since - even when 'some' people look up to me I think and because that's what they say so (I never claimed it and I never will) - and I guess it's a habit that's hard to let go of especially because it's hard not to be affected by what other people has to say about you. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Reality bites: When I look at the mirror now, I DO NOT LIKE what I see. Not at all. My love handles, the 'lawlaw' fats from my arms, the MANY 'mommy marks' I got from my pregnancy, the slit on my tummy that now looks like a big 'pwet' sans the anal opening, the eye bags that can carry a load of our clothes LITERALLY, fine lines, wrinkles that started to show, dark pigmentations, wounds and scars from playing with the kids, frizzy hair - these are just some of the 'reasons' that makes me lose a sense of security in myself. And no one pointed them out for me - of course because no one else saw me nakidd duh! - it was all me. I started telling myself why go against the changes with my body when i can just go with the flow, love my new found curves and work it, right?! And if there was anything I learned from accepting and admitting my insecurities, it was that I was mostly insecured of the how and who I was before. And you know what they say in showbizzness - <u>"Your greatest competition is yourself."</u> </span></div>
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: normal;">Wikipedia simply defined INSECURITY as 'a lack of security in an <i>objective</i> sense'. It's that simple, really. So why fuss about it? I personally think that having insecurities is normal and plainly human. It's what keeps you going and what motivates you to do better. But once you start letting yourself drown in your own 'drama', if you let it affect your morale, self respect and your relationship with family, loved ones and friends - you better start swimming back up to the surface. It's a scary, dark place. Do not let it consume you. I've always thought that a certain amount of insecurity is healthy, but there's also a phrase that says 'too much.'</span></i></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-53689312336919848792011-07-16T19:42:00.000-07:002011-07-16T19:59:25.049-07:00My Friends are Crazy and I Love them!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I've always had issues with trust. It comes with the friendship thing so yes, I also have issues with friendship. Ever since I was a child, I don't know if it was just me - well, maybe sometimes I like putting other meaning to what people say or act in front of me, most especially 'behind' me - but my playmates always make me feel out of place. I had this feeling that in every peer group I am in, I am always left out. Maybe it's because of pressure, maybe it's because of the impression I have on people, maybe it's because most people expect much from me, I really can't tell. So yes, I have had issues with trusting people, and choosing my friends. </span> <br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The first time I ever tried out a 'barkada', it didn't turned out so well. I felt - no, I actually was - bullied. I cried everyday, been teased everyday - I cried every single, God-given day but I never told my parents about it. It was prolly the worst case of bullying, but I never said a thing. I was bullied by the people I call friends, I don't know how I managed the situation but as a kid I felt the need to belong to a group. That was the first time I asked myself, "Why is it so hard to be me?". Everything I did was wrong or taken wrongly, I didn't know how to act or behave. On my second try, I was better at it. I thought, this is where I belong. But things just fell apart. That was the first time I exerted effort, emotions, time - but maybe it just wasn't for us. I was hurt. For a long time, I tried to rekindle the friendship, but to no avail. I felt left out again. Now, I am friends with all those people, and even though it brought about a kind of negative effect on my personality, these people helped shaped me as to what I am today. I can definitely say, no grudges. I am now stronger. I learned how to always put a brave face despite and inspite anything. But at the same time, I built a wall around me, so no one can ever hurt me again. And I liked that wall. It made me feel safe, untouchable.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: x-small;">And then there were 6 people who changed my view about trusting people and friends. They taught me to be vulnerable again, in a good way. During the last 2 years of high school, they were my constant companion, we ride the same tricycle home, watch movies including some porn after prelims and finals, talk over the phone after school, shared rooms during our retreat, ate lunch together - we practically did everything together, all 7 of us. It started to become official when I became the other M in JAME. I was hesitant at first to let my guard down, because I felt that if I did, I might go through the same painful process, again. So all throughout high school, I never gave them 100% of myself. Until college came. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I missed them. A lot. We were never really the type who texts each other everyday. I can't even remember a time when we went out just to watch a movie or do stuff while we were all in Manila for college. We went on with our lives and busied ourselves with studies and boyfriends and stuff. And I missed them, a lot. I was to blame because I know I distanced myself from them, I always kept a part of me 'hidden'. But that was so 2008. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sure, we don't call or text each other that much, (we tweet now!) but with just one text that says 'EMERGENCY', anyone available will come, from Tanay to Katipunan, without even a single penny in our pockets. And I love that about my friends. They never made me feel alone. I love that you know there are people who'll be at your side whenever and wherever you need them. They've seen me pretty (as always) and ugly (pregnancy related bloated face), thin (like anorexic thin) and thick (when I ballooned to around 160lbs -pregnancy related again) and thin again (slowly getting there). They were the only people who I felt accepted me for who I am - the mataray, masungit, sometimes impulsive, unpredictable, hard to decipher me. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sure, we talk a lot. Actually, 'a lot' would be an understatement. We're talkative people. But we always make sense. And I love that even when words don't come out of our Angelina Jolie mouths, we always, always, understand each other. We know what the other is thinking. Yeah, that's how amazing my friends are. We share our 'opinions' about other people -who doesn't?!- and we talk about ourselves too. We can jump from one topic to another without even batting an eyelash.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MhhKw17DRfa4gHlboGOujfLuKGEGi8MtXV7YVVfQVImJ9QkRzOcZ6FRqztT-F7kmZtrxRtsEx6fEkoBhA58KSvnbccfb_E8xBGvbajcSxlsMGGBlQKZKbWUMTH1jRhyzSU5Kzv4iZDAE/s1600/28973_1435458608356_1289693826_31212534_4658640_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MhhKw17DRfa4gHlboGOujfLuKGEGi8MtXV7YVVfQVImJ9QkRzOcZ6FRqztT-F7kmZtrxRtsEx6fEkoBhA58KSvnbccfb_E8xBGvbajcSxlsMGGBlQKZKbWUMTH1jRhyzSU5Kzv4iZDAE/s320/28973_1435458608356_1289693826_31212534_4658640_n.jpg" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sure, we think high of ourselves. But that's probably because we know what we're worth, and we never settle for anything less. But don't get me wrong, we are not boastful people. We just know what we deserve. We know how to highlight each other's strengths. We know our flaws and we know how to hide them. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Sure, we made mistakes. But we handle these in a positive manner. We are not the kind who tolerates a friend's misbehavior (was there any?!). Sometimes, we have contrasting opinions on things but it all boils down to one question: Are you happy? Because if you are, we are here to support you all the way. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I know I've been missing out a lot. But I thank God for giving me friends who understands me, even though sometimes I make it hard for them to do so. I used to be reserved, but with them I got to laugh, tell jokes, got to know a different side of me. I used to be conservative and primitive, they made me liberated and bitchy (haha!). They've seen and heard all the great and not-so great things about me, and they stood by me - the pregnancy rumors that everyone believed up until when I was actually pregnant and no one believed it anymore (LOL!). I am happy that we've come this far. I like how our issues evolved from high school drama to the lessons we learned about life, love and all the other things in between. I like how we talk about the future now like real adults. And I like how we all grew up and matured - physically, emotionally, intellectually (and financially!) and still managed to stay in each other's lives. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">Goodvibes!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">xoxo</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-34651282137868966932011-07-06T06:57:00.000-07:002011-07-06T13:40:35.801-07:00Parenting101: Throwing Tantrums<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">INTRODUCTION:</span> So it's late and I am still up because Arkin is still playing with his toys. Whenever he's throwing tantrums, he throws everything, his water bottle, m</span><span style="font-size:85%;">ilk bottle, shoes, our Barney 'original' dvd, our pirated dvds - everything that he can grab. So now this Barney dvd won't work anymore and he turned the TV's power off, asked for his toys and splashed them all on the floor. Now our room is a mess again, at this very hour. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes I really don't get kids. Most of the time I do.... (Okay now Arkin came up to me pointing to his diaper which means he pooped... I will be back in a minute...) Again, I don't get kids. I do most of the time but there are just times when you don't anymore. Som</span><span style="font-size:85%;">etimes you'll think, is he doing this just to piss me off? Because that's what I feel sometimes. And yes, I admit, I snapped a couple of times. Okay, so a lot of times. Does that make me a bad parent? I'd like to believe not. And yes, I admit, there were times when I snapped at my child just because I ran out of patience. But don't g</span><span style="font-size:85%;">et me wr</span><span style="font-size:85%;">ong, that's not always the case. There are just 'incidents' that let's say, tests my patience. <a name='more'></a></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You see, when there's throwing - whether it may be toys that you just picked up, my phone, milk bottles, comb and then there's also throwing at me; pushing, smashing (yep), </span><span style="font-size:85%;">pulling, hitting, sprawling on the floor, biting and etc. sometimes I just lose it and I begin to spank.At first I was hesitant to do so so I directed my impatience to their eenie-meenie hands then to their fatty legs then to their diaper clad bottoms. And then there are of course nights or days when all I'd like is to just have some pretty good sleep or even a nap but they just won't let me. When one kid feasts on one of your breast, the other wants too, on that same breast. I mean, are they ding this on purpose? It makes me wanna sing</span><span style="font-size:85%;">: I have 2 breasts, the left and the right. There are 2 of them and they both want the same breast. Sometimes, it sucks and I feel like okay, joke's on me again.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Just the other night, I was telling my husband thru SMS that I </span><span style="font-size:85%;">lost it and spanked Arkin quite a number of times. And even he admitted that there were times when he feels like he's about to lose it too so he just walked away. And you know what? He's right. From the many literatures I've read, it says that when your child is throwing tantrums or is just not being himself/herself, just leave him/her there for a while. You are doing this not for the child, but for you. So you can cool down, and avoid any incident that may lead you to 'spanking' or worse.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmporoy71RYC4pjz-gYUBbJQx5ETdyg5zvr9RzXYYoOG54AHfOvhondowoWu3JeiM9Dp7o29RTxYunngxsfIacb019rMNmnwscRXl75D6gvuMq32M8XOasPGnN0fhtn31dXTFohlpKtpr/s1600/DSC09526.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmporoy71RYC4pjz-gYUBbJQx5ETdyg5zvr9RzXYYoOG54AHfOvhondowoWu3JeiM9Dp7o29RTxYunngxsfIacb019rMNmnwscRXl75D6gvuMq32M8XOasPGnN0fhtn31dXTFohlpKtpr/s320/DSC09526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626341285488985970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Here's my sweet baby girl :)<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilogWZh6v9sBWu9HnbBDEAMtKyyCbl-F2SzfEYxU6dxkP_R7z-llJlW0yMTLTqkYpXdO9BUEAIz-ij4dd3VZgwp5STeEIy74PJ6ip2MiQawyHFG41U0Mwo-WVkx-3Dfh4Z1pEFhn4Ek0sg/s1600/189441_10150098054691016_525071015_6793982_7913656_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilogWZh6v9sBWu9HnbBDEAMtKyyCbl-F2SzfEYxU6dxkP_R7z-llJlW0yMTLTqkYpXdO9BUEAIz-ij4dd3VZgwp5STeEIy74PJ6ip2MiQawyHFG41U0Mwo-WVkx-3Dfh4Z1pEFhn4Ek0sg/s320/189441_10150098054691016_525071015_6793982_7913656_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626340544821058162" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Just look at this naughty boy :)</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Truth be told, everything melts away in a heartbeat everytime I get a smile, a hug, or a kiss from the lips or sometimes from the tongue (It's actually cute!), everything just goes away. We're all back to square one, clean slate. I know you've heard it from a lot of moms, cliche I know, but if you're a parent - you know this; and if you're still not - then find out for yourself and be amazed at how 'charming' babies can be. Besides, I don't wanna be crazy, monster mom. I just want my babies to grow up as good individuals, and be loving and caring for each other. </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">That's it for now because as you know, I still have some toys to pick up before morning comes :)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Goodvibes everyone!<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">xoxo</span><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-5676773058148308512011-07-05T02:38:00.000-07:002011-07-06T13:41:57.195-07:00Hello BLOG!<span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I know I owe my readers a lot but mommy-hood is just taking so much of my time right now. I'm sorry if I haven't updated for such a loooong time, but I know you guys understand. Anyways, let's try to sum everything up that happened for the past what... 7 months?! OH my did it really took me that long to blog? Where was I? haha! So lemme try to give you what I was up to, maybe even share you things that I shouldn't :)</span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"> <a name='more'></a><br /></span><ol><li><span style="font-size:85%;">The twins are now 1 year and 6 months, turning 7mos on the 22nd.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">They are both walking, Raine is more talkative and 'mimicks' a lot of words while Arkin is more of 'Wahh! Wahh!' yeah whatever that language is.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I am still breastfeeding. Woah! I know I don't have milk anymore, but they just love sucking it. Sometimes I see milk but I think they are just orally fixated at my nippies. haha!</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">No, I'm not pregnant! I am officially on oral contraceptive pills for 4 months now, thanks to Ate Dodeth and my friend (you know who you are MARE haha!). I was really hesitant to use OCPs because I'm just not used to those but I had to and I am just happy we did. Hubby is happy I know because its fireworks all the time haha!<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm still the happiest and luckiest unemployed in the world. Still no yaya and managing it. The twins are super likot and they know how to throw tantrums already and I'm slowly learning the ropes of Parenting101. Experience really is the best teacher.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">We've been living with my in-laws since March. It's good because this really made us feel like we are a family. I've been doing our laundry ever since, a major major accomplishment if I may say.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">The twins adores their daddy more than me. I don't know if I should be sad about it or not because I am now officially just 'food' for them. Since they love playing a lot these days, they found a playmate in their dad. And because I am a 'corny' mom, they hate me. They only like me when they need a pacifier.<br /></span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I finally lost some weight! Yey for me! I wasn't really dieting or exercising, I just lost those damn pounds without even noticing it at all. Of course with the help of some episodes of diarrhea :)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm really thinking about putting up an online store. I already did but I wasn't really 100% committed. I still don't know how I can manage that given that the twins are now nearing their terrible two's and are getting more malikot by the hour but I'd really really like to make some money.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:85%;">My facebook and twitter account are now in private not because of You-Know-Who but because of You-Know-What. I still have some trust issues with friends. I know it's sick already but whaddaheck. I need friends that I can trust.<br /></span></li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Life really is good when you are having fun. I haven't even noticed were already done with the 1st half of 2011, not until Erlison told me. I guess that will be it for now. I'll just show up in here in case something's up or I find a need to write about something. And I will try my very best to bring back my old 'passion' for writing. It still is my passion, but it's not my first love anymore. And to show you my most prized possessions and how much they've grown...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNQrhTRN_48J5QtF37i2UZejSE9_rZED1-BVMhBN8etPCPN43dCsx1DYbjtJJaT6s04L55FLcFZRL8yjFt4nFZD-oBWqwXbZeBYy-lQk8kXt8o0MMOFTXpGtx0LtQIGaroOhR09lVBsee/s1600/261902_2168745545043_1438856401_32616274_6708201_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNQrhTRN_48J5QtF37i2UZejSE9_rZED1-BVMhBN8etPCPN43dCsx1DYbjtJJaT6s04L55FLcFZRL8yjFt4nFZD-oBWqwXbZeBYy-lQk8kXt8o0MMOFTXpGtx0LtQIGaroOhR09lVBsee/s320/261902_2168745545043_1438856401_32616274_6708201_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625811008823072322" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Goodvibes!<br />xoxo</span><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-9918327760035060062011-07-05T02:36:00.001-07:002011-07-05T02:36:31.850-07:00<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2696215/i-shall-rule-the-world?claim=tbzyguw6f8a">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-59822050245576942382010-11-10T19:01:00.000-08:002010-11-10T19:23:50.541-08:00How long has it been?<div style="text-align: justify;">Don't ask me. I wouldn't know! I don't want to know. But it's my twins, they're keeping me busy. So I haven't been writing lately, haven't been tweeting a lot, haven't been posting pictures on facebook and plixi-ing. Not even texting. But you know what? Nothing MAJOR MAJOR happened while I was away for, uhmm... months I guess. And because there is no recent - recent entry before this post that just means that I didn't had the luxury of time to sit down before my laptop, collect my thoughts, or simply write about emotional outbursts or rants or whatsoever. I actually feel like I'm new to this stuff again after a long hiatus. FUDGE what am I writing about I don't make any sense. So maybe I'll just give you an update on what has been going on?<br /><br />Well, our little 'space' the one I've been talking about before - construction has started and maybe we'll transfer there before Christmas. It's not big, not small, I'd say it's perfect for us, a family of 4. And now I'm really nervous. They're family, of course, but it still feels different. And I haven't talked to my hubby yet about this but I'm actually having second thoughts on staying there. I was planning to tell him that maybe we can stay there on days that he's here - which is during weekends. That won't be any different from our current setup but at least now we have a 'space' all for ourselves whenever were there. Geez, I guess I'm not yet ready for it. But I have to. I really, really have to. But I will sure try talk him out of it. Haha!<br /><br />On other things - the twins' 1st birthday is coming up. I was originally planning on a Rockstar themed party but things didn't go according to plan so now 10 days before their big day I'm still up to nothing. Oh well, looking back on how other parties that I attended turned out, most celebrants doesn't even know what's happening and they don't even know half of their guests and MOST of those guests are adults. It's supposed to be a children's party right? But when I tried to come up with a guest list, it turned out that the adults outnumbered the kids. I don't want an adult party. I want a children's party where my twins can play and roam and get-spaghetti-on-their-mouth kind of fun. For now that's impossible because they can't even walk yet so I'm postponing the ROCKSTAR party for let's say, 2 years? Maybe when they're a little bit older. Or maybe we can go to Hongkong then, see Disneyland and Mickey Mouse and oh well... how can they grow up so fast? I'm looking at them right now as they sleep and I still can't believe how BIG they've become! And cuter too! Ok, before I get all teary eyed, and besides I'm saving this all up for another blog post when they finally turn 1 - I'll say tata!<br /></div><br />Good vibes everyone!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-11918086512669108642010-08-21T07:59:00.000-07:002010-08-21T08:17:26.162-07:00Hair a-la EmeraldI went to my husband's pad for an overnight. It was my dentist's appointment and those are the only few moments that we can have each other all to our selves (ANG LABO?!) haha! But anyways, we slept at 12am because we missed the twins so much we watched videos of them on hubby's laptop over and over again.<br /><br />We also watched this new show at ABS CBN, the 'Kristine' series. In fairness, it's pretty impressive. The girls are so hot! And I love Emerald played by Denise Laurel. I love her 'Kastila' look and gorgeous locks! Hubby actually said that he missed my long wavy hair, like the one Denise is wearing for the show.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RtQq6gxtto2eaz-F3FxXRRDuo7FgdGYuvhMmr5wNqHPHE_G0JOsrS9YKrnfL3f8zarasEHdg3-L3ntkzs2lynTgxGCJei7L8jzw4dApo5SrWBAqHIqEhkrf5-KaB7tA_GYipLOmpEQFU/s1600/36793_132856570088794_131965466844571_157209_2356931_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RtQq6gxtto2eaz-F3FxXRRDuo7FgdGYuvhMmr5wNqHPHE_G0JOsrS9YKrnfL3f8zarasEHdg3-L3ntkzs2lynTgxGCJei7L8jzw4dApo5SrWBAqHIqEhkrf5-KaB7tA_GYipLOmpEQFU/s400/36793_132856570088794_131965466844571_157209_2356931_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507881755363772898" border="0" /></a><br />Sorry for the poor picture quality, had to steal that from their Facebook fan page. The second girl from the left is Emerald and that's her gorgeous hair. Too bad I don't think I can't have a perm and hair color yet because I'm breastfeeding and I cut my hair shorter again! Soooon! Really sooon!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-56902836044876418302010-07-31T20:18:00.000-07:002010-08-01T23:08:36.929-07:00Arkin's First Boo-Boo<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">On the night of my birthday, before heading out to Vista Barista for hubby's b-day treat for me, Arkin was 'walking' with what my mom calls as 'andador'. I call it old-school walker. It's made of wood or what my father-in-law calls 'uway'. I prefer it over the modern walker not only because it is cheaper but it has no 'se</span><span style="font-size:85%;">at' to catch the baby's ass (ASS talaga?!) when he/she feels lazy to practice walking. It looks like this:</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevpS_10V1LA-MaHK7T8-nr0Niv3r4hn3Jf9bmIYA-t8aIt9-3DNWtZ903TqNNttoXtSv7OYhNksTD2LYDF_NVKQFjFOOrtFlOVjDFabXekG_WgwSZLJzPhLtwCA7FMYgTpCaHaqeJ-kJo/s1600/37643_414999031015_525071015_5148437_7983194_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevpS_10V1LA-MaHK7T8-nr0Niv3r4hn3Jf9bmIYA-t8aIt9-3DNWtZ903TqNNttoXtSv7OYhNksTD2LYDF_NVKQFjFOOrtFlOVjDFabXekG_WgwSZLJzPhLtwCA7FMYgTpCaHaqeJ-kJo/s320/37643_414999031015_525071015_5148437_7983194_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500278922413303474" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMJoYshqrROpHGnwj9ycBc5qWw6VLauTwbwYs6veCH9vUWTHLpYPwjc8faaUKUCkBk84Jp8u3opoX25peKGq-1glYjdNT6Aejai-cLKXRmMaOgcWx_k9Al21m4m-Qrxq8Her0BgKXi_2g/s1600/37478_415010246015_525071015_5148785_4627309_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMJoYshqrROpHGnwj9ycBc5qWw6VLauTwbwYs6veCH9vUWTHLpYPwjc8faaUKUCkBk84Jp8u3opoX25peKGq-1glYjdNT6Aejai-cLKXRmMaOgcWx_k9Al21m4m-Qrxq8Her0BgKXi_2g/s320/37478_415010246015_525071015_5148785_4627309_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500278947876509394" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <a name='more'></a> So, going back on the night of my birthday, I was nursing my baby girl to sleep while waiting for my husband. My mom was playing with Arkin in the living room. Apparently, he was in the 'andador' and trying to get his toy, but it fell on his big toe. My mom didn't noticed it at first until she saw Arkin's face turned red. He didn't cry but when he heard my mom who's kinda panicky, he just shouted "Waah! Waah!". For a moment there I forgot that I'm a nurse and that all it takes is 'PRESSURE' to impede the bleeding. But when I looked at my son and saw that he was not in pain, and he's not even crying - I knew that I don't really have to anything to worry about. I just pressed on his big toe, carried him and washed his 'wound' in the sink. I even pressed on it a little harder to squeeze out the blood. I know it's not venomous or something but I'm just being sure. He still didn't cry. I applied Betadine and then he was back to playing again. I told my husband about it and he wasn't even a bit worried. Like me, I know he can't help but smile at the thought that Arkin didn't even cried because of his boo boo. My baby took it like a man. I'm so proud of him. It's really one of those mommy moments!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaLF1cOlwGw13h5xKxkEyQwCVC4OlTK0V65x8nruwqUaoyUkB473rvnbucB2j_0T9AMbRdL7rsF6DK18dXRYbo9TqDSK_zgk6w-Pyp2G3fZJ0QXIHIJaYIO-feSdkVb2K66OesL3rtyOc/s1600/school+bus.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsaLF1cOlwGw13h5xKxkEyQwCVC4OlTK0V65x8nruwqUaoyUkB473rvnbucB2j_0T9AMbRdL7rsF6DK18dXRYbo9TqDSK_zgk6w-Pyp2G3fZJ0QXIHIJaYIO-feSdkVb2K66OesL3rtyOc/s320/school+bus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500688453997265362" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This is the 'school bus' that caused Arkin's boo boo</span>. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Whenever my in-laws asks me about what happened, I tell them: 'Nabagsakan po ng school bus!"</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-40444471929049832832010-07-28T19:45:00.000-07:002010-07-28T21:18:31.238-07:00Sweetness is Not my Weakness<span style="font-size:85%;">I talked to a good friend of mine just a couple of days ago. He knows me and my husband very well. Actually, the two of them are best friends. So we were talking about stuff about our marriage because he was asking me how we are. Then he sort of said that we should be 'sweet' like some couple he know.<br /><br />But we are not sweet! I, personally, admit the fact that I am not a sweet person by nature. I don't even greet people on their birthdays or for any occasion. I don't even greet my husband at all! It's just not my thing and besides, people won't notice I forgot about their birthday or something. <a name='more'></a><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">We don't like talking about each other and sharing 'our' stories to other people. We don't involve in sweet talk, publicly. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">We're not the couple who kisses in public, embraces in public. He hates PDA. I'm kinda ok with it but I'm not really comfortable knowing that there are eyes on us while doing such. And I don't want hearing people saying that we should get a room or something! We're not the couple who spoon feed each other even around friends and relatives. We're just not that type. I guess you could say that we love intimacy but we say no to PDA.<br /><br />I actually didn't liked the idea that he was sort of 'comparing' us. I mean, what does he know about our relationship? I'm not angry or anything. It's just that yes, that couple may be sweet but it doesn't make us less in love with each other because were not mushy, right? And what does he mean by being sweet? Each person has his own definition of sweetness. Alas, it's not in my vocabulary. But what I do know is that we have seven years of history together, so there's really no need comparing.<br /><br />When we were still boyfriend/girlfriend, my hubby tried to be mushy and sent me flowers in my dorm for Valentines, I just forgot what year it was. I was staying at St. Paul's then. He knew of course that every time a dormer receives a package or delivery, Ate Elsa, the dorm assistant, would announce it for the whole dorm to hear. I am just not a fan of big surprises. And he sent me a bouquet of red roses - not my type! He knows that but maybe because he's on a low budget, he thought that I'd get the message: "Better than nothing". I called him up, because we fought the night before so were not able to make any plans for the day, and said "I don't like the flowers! Ang pangit!". He wasn't able to say anything, and because I felt guilty, I said bye. I know that was really mean for me to do but I was young and well, YOUNG!<br /><br />Of course when we met up the next day, he acted as if nothing happened. So you see, tragedy happens when he tries to be cheesy. He knows I don't like surprises because whether you believe it or not - I don't like it when people hide something from me, and that includes surprises! I'm too paranoid but that's how I am. So what we do, especially during Christmas and birthdays, I pick out what gift I want and he buys it for me. I even get to try on an outfit to make sure it fits me. Before he buys me flowers, I'd tell him from which store to buy and sometimes even the exact bouquet I want. Because of that, he rarely buys me flowers, which he only did on my capping ceremony and graduation - because I told him boyfriends gives their girlfriends flowers on those events. haha!<br /><br /><br />My philosophy for doing this: </span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >I appreciate gifts but its better if I get only those that I really want. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">And we're dang fine about it. That's how we roll!<br /><br />Besides, I don't really know what 'sweet' is. What maybe sweet for you, is not sweet for me, right? I'm not really the person to brag about what my hubby does for me except only on times that my friends asks me about it but just so you have an idea:<br /><br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >I find it sweet when he travels all the way from Tanay to Manila just so he can pick me up from school and go home, back to Tanay. haha!</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">When he gave me 3 mentos' every morning in highschool.</span><br /></span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >When he cooks our dinner because I agreed to wash the dishes after, even though he knows I really won't do it and I would just pretend to have a stomachache. </span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >When he picks up the clothes on the floor that I left after I changed. </span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >When he took care of me when I got really sick in college and he bought ice to gave me a spongebath.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >When he makes me 'iced coffee' for nights when I really need to stay up late for school work, because I don't drink 'hot coffee'.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >When he wakes me up at 3am so I can review for a quiz or exam even though he knows I won't wake up.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >When he kisses me when I'm sleeping because I won't let him kiss me when I am awake :)</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >When he buys me cup noodles or anything I want, even when its 2 or 3 in the morning.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >When he gives me mangoes which he already peeled because he knows I don't know how :)</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >When he helps me look for an open computer shop around Morayta at 3am because I need to print a school paper due at 7am. </span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >When we 'wrestle', literally.</span></li></ul><ul><li><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">When we just cuddle in bed and talk just about anything.</span></span></li></ul><span style="font-size:85%;">I think this is actually me trying to be sweet so enough of all this.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">There's actually so much more but as I said, I don't like bragging about what he does for me. And I guess from what I've shared you already have an idea that I'm not really fond of material things. Yeah, maybe I'll try cooking for him for a change. I'll try and make lambing one of these days. You'll see :)<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Before judging anyone else's relationship, keep in mind that every lover has a different kind of love.</span></span></h3><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Good vibes :)</span></span><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-792550385914100681.post-3058174168856949122010-07-28T18:09:00.000-07:002010-07-28T18:09:14.113-07:00Living the Gokongwei<a href="http://chuvaness.livejournal.com/926522.html">Living the Gokongwei</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0